The recent achievement of Elon Musk and Space-X, to launch a heavy rocket, carrying a rather unusual payload of a Tesla Roadster, need to be acknowledged for their greatness and the wonders of science and engineering advancement of Earthly ambition to venture into deep space.

By way of these modest representations of the Space traveler in his Tesla Roadster to the out and beyond, through these series of imagined, spun renderings of the Spaceman’s encounter:

Humanity is fast approaching the second decade of this 21st century at such speed, if measured by the advancements in computer hardware and software technologies manifesting as virtual reality, artificial intelligence, and robotics at the heart of it, its beyond the speed of light.

No where is this to be more evident then that which comes from the fantastical mind-creations of screenplay writers; directors and legions of CGI special-effects artists; editors and, ironically to a lesser degree, flesh and blood Actors.

To witness a sampling of what Hollywood has in store for 2018 and beyond; a fictional projection of a fantastical, and potentially dystopian, future world can be had here (it is a playlist of trailers of 2018 release movies).

The series of upcoming movies from award-winning directors such as Stephen Spielberg and David Cameron, and multi-million production budgets, they do not hold back on their portrayal of what the future has in store for humanity. Unfortunately today, such exposes need the drama of death and destruction, but at the heart of each screenplay, is a potential truth, one day, we may all have to face.

Insignificant are these words that fill this page fore they render nothing more than a stain. Stain markings as feelings, thoughts, ideas of less importance, impact upon the direction, course evolution takes toward an end. Contrivance of communication subject to seeing by blind eyes, being heard through deaf ears, never to be spoken. The encumbrance of thought compiled line by line, expelled to satisfy each moment toward their meaningless, meaning or purpose. Collected, bound, volumes comprehensively fomenting artificiality of presence recognized, though invisible, amidst the masses of trite representation to the same. Succumbing to be buried, lost to chance to be forgotten, dormant upon the ageless shelf of lessor importance. Energy expended without reward of return, fading to darkness: The End.

This Requiem ofSpirit: Creative Mind, lost of its meaning to gain furtherance to expression brought to the Conscious that grave for its experience be brought, by reading minds’ imagination. Allowing for the Ether, Heart of Soul, be brought tangibly to Life, through the senses expunging, from each taste, stain of Word: What it is to BE!

All comes from Nothing (Future)What IS, is the expression of Future as PresentWhat Was, memory, lies in the Past

To illustrate, take this digital page: it is designed, created, configured, etc., by the software utilized to configure it into the Present by a design engineer, synonymous to the unknown origin of this Reality, a mythical entity as far as concerned. The program application, within a designed environment (computer) of specific electromagnetic and resonant frequencies applied to a binary polarity, represented as zero’s and one’s, produces the reality of the digital page. It is irrelevant to know or comprehend the programming essential to its existence, it is just taken for granted.

What this simple example illustrates is that Reality, premised on specific mathematical laws and physical principles, disseminated for purposes of comprehension into the different departments of science (physics, astronomy, medicine, etc., etc.,) simply are the product of digital binary code or polarity (negative: 0, positive: 1), so configured by the influences of electromagnetic and harmonic resonant frequencies to the binary polarity, into patterns of reality, Reality as comprehended.

This is duly illustrated by placing a thin, bed of sand particles upon a flat surface exposed to a variant range of vibrational frequency. Each amplitude of frequency results in a unique, 2-dimensional, geometric configuration pattern of the sand particles. Now, if each grain of sand were of an alternate polarity (negative–0, positive-1), exposed to a unique vibrational resonant frequency, within a specific electromagnetic environment, potentially, a unique, 3-dimensional representation should develop.

This hypothetical reasoning is promised by the scientific establishing that specific binary code structure (programming) resides at the foundation of DNA (Deoxyribonucleic Acid) sequences of the Human genome.

With this basis of understanding, it is not too difficult to postulate the existence of a multitude of realities within the multitude of variations of resonant frequencies and fluctuations of electromagnetic environments (gravity) that comprises what is known as the Universe. In much the same way as flipping to a new frequency on a radio dial will result in a new program station is derived.

Ultimately, the true determination of `What is Reality?’ will be discovered, however, the key to doing so is to look for the simplicity in the complexity of Nature, therein lies the Key!

[i] “Strait is the gate, and narrow is the way … and few there be that find it.” When a modern religion forgets this saying, it is suffering from an atavistic relapse into primitive barbarism. It is appealing to the psychology of the herd, away from the intuitions of the few. Religion in the Making A Series of Four Lectures delivered during February 1926, at the King’s Chapel, Boston, USA by Alfred North Whitehead

If you find it difficult to understand the foregoing, here is a video of a young person, 13 years old, who fully comprehends the basis of Reality:

From the perspective of Mathematicians: Check out this Video as an aid to understanding, however, with one proviso: watch, listen to what is stated with the perspective of hindsight. That is, Reality, as being experienced, comes after-the-fact of its happening. Reality resides, on a time-scale, a nano-moment of time AFTER, its being shaped by the forces of Nature influencing its existence. This explains why the laws of Nature are consistent throughout the known Universe AS WE PERCEIVE IT TO BE within our CONSTRAINTS of OUR Reality.

A thunderous boom echoed from a cloudless sky
Summoning the shrill of an unknown baby’s cry
Sending a shiver of fear hard to deny
With wonderment of question: `Why?’

Soon the streets filled with curious minds
Looking upward and outward for telling signs
But none were visible or made blind
Leaving an answer to the question hard to find.

Those of pious belief fell in prayer to their knees,
Atheists and the agnostic took to cowering under trees
Finding no reason to solution, source of fear to relieve;
Taking this sign as an ominous warning, one to be believed.

Next, the sunlight of day became hauntingly dark,
The blackness of night full, consuming, stark;
Artificial light failed to counter its sudden, complete embark,
Confirming to all, this strangeness is not to be deemed a lark.

Ancient prophecy has long spoken of such a coming event
Taken by most to be of an old zealot’s religious invent;
Poised as reason for all sinners toward a godly entity, to repent,
To gain a promise of such calamity, to wishfully prevent.

Intellectual voices of science took strides to explain
The Earth is passing through its Galaxy’s cosmic plane;
A natural, phenomenal cycle that occurs time and again
Ensuring reason toward humanity’s ails is not the source to blame.

Three days, three nights the darkness full did cause
Thousands to wait in fear, confused by whose `laws’
To believe to be this earthly calamity’s true cause
But, what is certain; Humanity is given good reason to pause.

On the fourth day sunlight once again made for a blue sky,
The cry of relief echoing loud, fervently far and wide;
From this, it became evidently clear and impossible to deny,
Earth, a cosmic vessel, is given for all humanity, on which to fly.

No longer encumbered by divisive, omnipresent rules of religious fear,
Humankind realizes they are the true Captains to this earthly ship to steer
Through the voidness of cosmic space knowing the path to be made clear
Is through intellect of mind and, love for each other, to hold most dear.

It is the last days of the advanced civilization that, through its greed and egocentric evolution, brought itself past the brink of annihilation. In an attempt to manipulate the atmosphere to compensate for global warming through excessive levels of carbon dioxide, the scientist triggered an irreversible chain of events that has led to the slow but certain loss of the life-sustaining atmosphere. It was projected, the entire atmosphere would escape, to dissipate into space, within a two eclipses of the blue star planet and the light star known as Energy. This would not be sufficient time to construct vessels of sufficient capacity to be meaningful so, it was decided, the effort would be devoted to saving the essence of the their civilization by developing the science to produce thousands of crucible pods, each to contain the DNA of all things living on their planet that they would survive the tortures of being flung into space with the hopes and dreams by all that were to perish, would befall another place fertile and conducive, to the seeds contained within. To take root, evolve once again, to become a new civilization that would reflect those who were chosen, but wiser in their way.

The fateful moment had arrived; the second eclipse of the blue star planet was about to happen. All the crucibles, each inscribed with the story of this proud but failed civilization indelibly etched in the hard metal sheath, lay beneath a heat resistant coating of minerals to protect it through its unknown journey to unknown places. It was hoped the outer sheath, being super heated upon entering an atmosphere, would collapse and fall apart upon hard impact with the planetary surface. However, this was all scientific conjecture for little was known of space and other planets. In the last century they successfully sent probes to the blue star planet on which they felt confident new life could be sustained. To that end they knew to fire the starship laden with the crucibles, at the precise moment of full eclipse of the Energy star and the blue star planet. Once into appropriate orbit of the blue planet, the starship would release the elliptical shaped pods, each being just forty centimetres in diameter, allowing the momentum of inertia to direct and project them toward the surface of the planet, in the same manner as had been done with the previously sent probes.

In the last days, telepathic energies of the suffocating and dying inhabitants was directed to the journeying probes, psychically encouraging their success of endeavour and dismembered success of their continued existence. Particular psychic focus was lauded a small group of select crucible pods, for within these were the elemental seeds that, should just one successfully meet its fate, would one day, flourish into special beings by whose guidance and influence, the future of the new civilization would rest.

Viewed from the darkness of space, like a cluster of several hundred small orange red stars, the pods drawn by the gravity of the brilliantly blue star planet, the outer shell of the crucible glowed with the heat of entry into the upper atmosphere, falling toward an unknown, climatic end, to a long journey.

Of the several thousands of pods originating from the now fully collapsed and dead planet, only several hundred survived the journey through space and, only a smaller number of these survived the passage through the thick atmosphere of their new home. Of these, scattered throughout the planet, some came into contact with hard surfaces and others fell into the liquid that gave the planet its dominant color – water. It was only these latter few that survived to release their sustenance into the salty, warm liquid. Once emptied, the metal pods, with the story of their origin, floated to the surface to be dispersed by the waves to one day be found by the future civilization to which it gave seed.
Chapter One:

James Carson an amateur geologist and aspiring archaeologist was dangling precariously as he swung his pick axe to the ice encrusted layer of sediment the strata of which represented a mysterious period in the history of Earth’s evolution. He was a student of Immanuel Velikovsky who purported that Earth’s evaluation was an explosive and catastrophic one as evidenced by mysterious and yet unanswered questions about what preceded and, as important, what caused the formidable glacial movement of the Ice Age. And how was it that in the furthest reaches of northern Siberia, where little else can flourish or thrive, the pristine remains of wholly mammoths and other unrelated and now extinct species of mammal and vertebrae are found huddled together in the deep recesses of otherwise inaccessible caves and ridges. Seemingly, flash frozen with stomach contents of grasses and other vegetation known to be foreign to the regions of their obvious demise.

What attracted Carson’s attentions so much as to risk his life off the end of a nylon climbers rope secured only by a four inch spiked clip, was what looked through the rough, black ice, a shiny metallic object.

With each blow of his axe to the hard wall propelled him equally as far away from the wall swinging him dangerously back and forth. Too much of this same action could cause the rope safety clip to work itself loose with the fatal result of plunging him to the bottomless crevice. But Jason was both stubborn and obstinate and, ignoring the pleas of his guide to give up his quest before it was too late.

Yelling out in defiance, Jason took one last hard swing with his axe aimed directly at the unknown object. The power and force caused a huge junk of ice to break free while simultaneously propelling Jason away from the wall. On the return leg of his pendulum swing, he was able to stop and hold himself to the wall by jamming the pointed end of the pick into the newly created cavity. What his eyes saw in that moment would forever change the course of Jason Carson’s life and that of humanity on Earth.

Chapter Two:

Two months later, while attending a lecture of friend and renowned archaeologist and paleontologist Edmund Swartzkoff, Jason could barely contain his excitement any longer. To that moment, he had not shared with anyone any detail of his mysterious find. This was for two reasons namely, he was not sure of what it is that he found and secondly, given the strata of sediment from whence it was discovered, it had to be several million years old. It had to be important!

Swartzkoff’s eyes nearly blew from his skull when Jason finally exposed the metal, elliptical shaped object that lay caressingly within a foam lined metal box. Anxious to make a closer examination of the object, Swartzkoff reached into the box only to be thwarted by Jason who pulled the box from the table, claiming the object was not to be touched or handled. Resenting the limitation imposed, Swartzkoff moved in closer toward the box still in Jason’s possession.
Chapter Three:

It was hard enough for Jason to maintain secrecy about his mysterious object. Swartxkoff unlike him, was not as capable to contain his excitement about what the find meant and mumbled about his observation of the object to fellow colleagues promising them that a profound find was to soon be unveiled by a young, up and coming archaeologist. And when pressed for a name, caved in divulging that it was Jason Carson.

The media were relentless about wanting to know more and the ISAP, International Society of Archeological Prospection imposed sanctions on Jason with threats of banishment unless he made public his find.

In a negotiated compromise, Jason agreed to display his find to a select assemblage of esteemed archaeologists, paleontologists, and even theologians given the potential nature of the object.

The presentation was to be attended to by the select few professionals at Indiana University renowned for its research interests in the archaeology of human origins and, the evolutionary ecology of early hominids, not to mention, it is Jason’s graduate school.

Huddled around an old oak table, the murmurings of the dozen men and women, filled the small, dank poorly lit room in the basement of the anthropology department building. Hardly a prestigious environment for such an important announcement however, Jason wanted to be sure that the meeting was held in a space that could not be penetrated or spied upon by the unwanted public media. The room had no windows and only one entrance way – down a long narrow corridor to the one room where all present sat anxiously awaiting a look at what was deemed the find of the millennium. The room came to abrupt silence as the door jarred open.

Jason guardedly entered through the doorway, the wooden box conspicuously tucked under his arm, closed the door with his foot, not taking his eyes off the twelve sets of eyes glued to every movement of he and the box in his possession.

Coyly, Jason moved to the head of the table, reverently placing the box before him. Looking up at his audience, he was momentarily at awe by the transfixing nature the box had. Seemingly hypnotizing all present. Then, with little to no fan fare or introduction, Jason turned the box 180 degrees so that it would open toward the group of men and women. And in one motion, pulled open the lid to expose his find.

At first there was utter silence. The scientist needed the few seconds to digest what it was that they were seeing. Then, the excitement seemed to sweep through them like a wave. The first to move toward the object was Dr. Leonard King, a leader in ancient artifact. As he moved closer and was about to handle the object, Jason slammed the lid shut, almost catching the over zealous doctor’s fingers, causing him to recoil and fall back into his chair.

Jason, hands still holding the box shut, repeated one of the prior conditions of the presentation: that no one was to touch or handle the object. It was his desire to not have any human hands touch the object to maintain its pristine condition, void of human contact. He himself had not directly touched the object since he found it. When discovered, he used the pointed end of his pickaxe to pry the object free, to have it literally tumble directly, into a sterile bag used for such situations. It was only after swab samples of the surface moisture and elements were carefully taken and stored for investigation, did he place the object into the specially designed, sterile-foam lined box that hermitically seals out air when the box is closed.

With unanimous agreement to respect the condition, each scientist using a large magnifying glass, took turns examining the object from within the box. They could not contain their excitement as they moved the glass back and forth over the hieroglyph-like shaped inscriptions etched into the metal-looking surface, claiming all the while, that the object had to be the work of an intelligent species but, definitely, not of any known terrestrial species. Then, turning to Jason, the obvious question was asked: what about confirmation of its age. How old was the object?

Jason pulled from his attaché case a file folder. Confident that he had gained the attention and seeming respect of the assemblage, he proceeded to report on the analysis of the swab samples taken from the surface of the object. These findings, and the accepted consensus of the age of the strata from which it was discovered, though not the age of the object itself, placed it at approximately four million years. The object itself is of inexplicable origin and indeterminate age. It could be into the billions of years.

`Astonishing!’ was the only word that fell from the lips of all presnt. `Simply: astonishing!`